Fallen Grandeur, Shattered Oaths

The next morning, I drove to the manor in West End. That manor belonged to me. I'd rather tear it down than allow those bastards to set foot in it.

Once I arrived, I entered the password and opened the door.

Samuel was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.

He was startled when he saw me. "H-Harvey? What are you doing here?"

He reflexively cowered but soon sat back upright. His gaze turned sharp.

"I almost forgot—you're the CEO of Spencer Group now. Have you come to mock us? Save your energy. Whitney has been taking good care of us. She said this manor is spacious enough that we should make ourselves at home and stay as long as we like."

Saying nothing, I stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him off his feet.

"Who are you to call her by her name?" I growled, pressuring him.

"Let go of my dad!" someone shouted from the stairs.

Maxwell dashed toward us and stood between Samuel and me. There was a determined yet fearful look on his face.

"Harv, it's all my fault. Don't hurt my dad or blame Whit for this. You can beat me up if you like, anything to make you happy."

As he spoke, he suddenly dropped to his knees. I'd seen enough of this act of his five years ago.

I released my hold on Samuel and patted my sleeve in disgust.

"Don't act all chummy with me. We aren't that close. And… 'Whit'?"

I scoffed and continued, "How affectionate. Anyone would think she's married to you instead."

Maxwell bit his lip, looking very much aggrieved. "Harv, I know you hate me, but my dad and I were at a loss. Whit only helped me because she took pity on me. All we need is a place to stay. I wouldn't dare ask for more."

"You wouldn't dare, you say?"

I looked around, and my gaze fell on the pair of female indoor slippers on the shoe rack by the door. Whitney hadn't only been supporting them with daily essentials, she'd also been dropping by frequently to offer concern and support.

"Maxwell Clarke, I'm disgusted at the thought of you staying in my house."

I went to the living room and kicked the coffee table so hard it toppled over. There was a loud crash as the glass shattered.

Startled, Maxwell and Samuel clung to each other.

I continued, "Everything in this house has been my property since before my marriage."

I casually grabbed a golf club nearby and swung it at the television.

"Now that they have been contaminated, I might as well destroy them all."

After the television, I went for the antique vase, then the portrait hanging on the wall…

With a straight face, I smashed all the valuables in the house.

I wanted to destroy everything. Instead of letting them enjoy the convenience of having those valuables, I'd rather have a house full of trash.

Just as I swung the golf club toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, someone flung open the front door.

"Harvey Spencer, have you lost your mind?"